You always stole all my last words. Here's no exception then,
one more for me to send. And nothing happens in the end.
I'm thinking of you less, more concerned... and more is less,
I guess it doesn't matter now. Maybe we'll never go insane.
You always said we would, sometimes I wished we could with
you lying naked in the rain and singing Boney M, cutting down
all our old friends. I talk to them again now. So here's the last
one I have left. We fell a little deep, I watched you fall
asleep. And nothing happens in the end, but I remember
when I could remember when. Seems like a long time ago.